Chapter One, The Archives

Slowly wandering around the Shambali Temple late at night was a true gift. The stone walls of the religious site are quiet in the face of the night, barely a sound by the time you usually look around and take time out of your day to clear your thoughts. 

This was your third day of sightseeing late at night. You were invited to the temple to experience the beauty and peace that the Iris gives those willing to listen.

The room you stayed in was fine, simple, and comfortable. Perfect for many of the monks at the temple. But because they didn’t expect many visitors of flesh and blood, it lacked some of the luxuries you’d be accustomed to, like a sleepable bed. 

Maybe you should’ve communicated that with Mondatta at the start of your second day here, but he’d become busy quickly- the perks of being a religious figure.

The intricate carvings and tapestries draped across the walls were beautiful. Woven and painted by the monks themselves, every piece tells a story. The awakening of Aurora was painted and chiseled into the very soul of the temple. It was overwhelmingly beautiful and overwhelmingly human. 

The raw devotion you saw day to day in this place was awe-inspiring. But you’d noticed many other things that depicted that raw emotion within the Shambali Monastery. 

Two monks of the mission stood out to you. The first is a monk named Zenyatta, who is full of young energy and has a heart of pure gold. Positive and wise beyond his years- he took the most after Master Mondatta to you. 

Peace was something he truly believed could happen and would take any beating if that meant helping another. Sometimes, his views seemed a bit naïve- but otherwise he was well grounded.

The second monk that stood out to you was a R-7000 Ravager who took the name of Ramattra. He was larger than all of the other omnic monks at the temple. He had experienced true suffering after his awakening and had quite the chip on his shoulder from it. He stayed far away from you, but why would you press him on his discomfort? 

You weren’t even able to get close to him like that. From what Zenyatta described of his viewpoint, he was more grounded in the harsh reality around him, even if that made him jaded, cynical, and otherwise withdrawn from you.

You were finally removed from the circular motion of your thoughts, finding yourself in a very large room full of dim lighting and bookshelves. You’ve just entered the Shambali archives. There, you saw a large omnic still wearing his robes, scanning a text. His optics quickly found you at the entrance of the library before turning away, faceplate still dug into the ancient text. 

He did not greet you or otherwise acknowledge your presence. 

Most of the monks in the monastery welcomed you with open arms and would greet you- but not Ramattra.

You stood in the entrance way for a bit, scanning the room and Ramattra with your eyes as the seemingly infinite piles of books littered the area. There was a desk that had a couple of books on it, and a small light above. You assumed that’s where Ramattra had been keeping himself busy for the last couple of hours instead of retiring to his room for the night.

“This is the archives. I would’ve thought you’d know where your room was after a day but clearly I made a miscalculation.” 

His venom shot at you quickly, he assumed you would’ve left shortly after he gave you the perfect example of ‘go away, I’m going to ignore you now’ body language. His voice rasped a bit in sarcasm, the lower tone making static buzz from his voice box.

“My apologies, I prefer looking around the monastery when it’s quiet. It’s much easier to enjoy the art when it’s quiet and I don’t risk interrupting any ceremonies.”

It’s quick and gets to the point. No need to be rude to someone who’s housing you for the time being. Even if it did get under your skin, the other two times he’s spoken to you have been of a similar caliber. It still hurts, though.

He seemed to nod in acknowledgment, optics once again scanning you before setting the text down in his study corner. He then finally decided to talk to you alone for the first time in all of your visit. 

“Why did you decide to come here? To make us uncomfortable? It seems your kind makes it their personal vocation.” 

He’s large and imposing, the LEDs on his forehead glowing in the dim light, even covering your face in a light red hue. 

“I’m completely willing to leave you if that’s what you want from me,” 

You step back a little, enough to reclaim some of your personal space. His intimidation is slightly working on you. But, in all you strive to be as professional as possible.

“That wasn’t my question, but I appreciate the offer. But I’d rather you answer my inquiries instead of dancing around them. Why are you here?”

He was brimming with arrogance.

Of course, you can’t just politely side-swipe his questions. 

Of course, it just so happens to be a nasty confrontation late at night when many of the monks are in deep prayer or sleep mode.

 You always have the best of luck when it comes to situations like this. 

He spoke to you like you had just opened your eyes to the ugliness of the world. Your grip tightens in your pockets as you take a deep breath and answer him:

“I’m here to study and write. Most people don’t get an opportunity to see such a large religious movement happen in their lifetimes so I wanted to document as much as I could from an outsider's perspective.”

Simple, respectful, surely an appropriate answer right? You weren’t lying at all. You weren’t dressing your speech up to sound important or enlightened, and best of all maybe this would show him that you aren’t miserable to be around so you can at least greet each other while the sun is up?

“Why would a human have such a close eye on an omnic form of religion?”

This time he was serious, not insulting you at all, and genuinely sincere. He did have a point though, because most of the humans around the Shambali monastery weren’t interested in anything other than violence against the omnics who inhabited the temple. You’d heard of the hate crimes happening from anti-omnic hate groups around the monastery for a couple of months now.

“I’m a scholar, I specifically study religion and how it affects the people and the world. That’s why I couldn’t ignore the invitation from Master Mondatta.”

Your reply seemed to make the omnic feel less tense, the servos in his shoulders loosening at the answer. He must’ve been just looking out for the safety of the other monks and himself. A gesture that showed the love he had for the omnics around him.

“I see. That is a respectable profession.”

The small bit of approval made you so relieved, it’s much easier to study when you’re not so on edge. You slowly relax just like he has, relieved at the acceptance, respect, and lack of hostile behavior from him.

A short, and small meeting that just so happened to be at night. The stars above are the only thing watching you two quietly talk light philosophy together, sharing some beliefs, surface-level hardships, and memories of fonder times. 

Ramattra is extremely intelligent, very aware of the social constructs binding him and his people like a constrictor to certain roles or beliefs. He is a wonderful conversationalist to someone like you who is very interested in his unique perspective inside the monastery. 

But none of your conversation truly encompasses any heavy topic- just references to how the real world is.

“Would you mind meeting here again? You’re a very good conversationalist.”

The question rings in the air for a moment as you almost stop breathing. A second goes by before Ramattra slowly answers

“I do not mind, you seem to be… open to some of my thoughts.”

Ramattra keeps it brief, his voice calm. He doesn’t get the opportunity to talk to a scholar every day and you intrigue him. You can hold an intellectual conversation and you also don’t hold many human assumptions against him as if they were written within the stone of the monastery itself. That is relieving.

You slowly leave the archives, waving a polite goodbye to your new acquaintance as he gives you a polite nod. You continue to look around the chiseled walls of the monastery, the intricate woven tapestries with brilliant woolen thread hanging from the walls, the metallic decoration all across the building’s exterior and interior. 

It’s a beautiful sight, and the stars above add a bit of extra light to the otherwise dim hallways.  You finally make it to your room before going to sleep. But you continue to think about your meeting with him.

Chapter Two, Talk

Multiple days have gone by since you first met Ramattra in the archive. As of tonight, it has been your fourth time talking with him in the archives past ten at night. You two have embraced the late-night meetings, even if he still treats you as he did before during the daytime. 

You decide against asking him about it, because if he didn’t like talking to you he would’ve stopped showing up at the archives so late at night.

Tonight in particular, you’re excited to see Ramattra. During the light you were able to catch Zenyatta and talked to him about his relationship to Ramattra and what got them to be so close, It turns out that Ramattra is the reason Zenyatta is a monk in the first place and that alone is inspiring to you.

Sadly, you couldn’t talk to Zenyatta all day because of his duties but you did catch him eyeing Ramattra after your conversation. Hopefully, you didn’t set him up for any awkward conversations, or maybe he could finally let go of his pride and treat you like he does during your private meetings.

You’re back in the hallway that leads to the monastery’s archives again, but this time you can’t seem to focus on your surroundings like you’ve done in the days before. The door seemed nearly foreboding, light seeping out of the door frame. At least you knew Ramattra was there.

As you enter, you’re met by the sight of Ramattra already sitting at your table, he has a glass of tea for you hot and ready, and has already moved his books to the side to give you space to rest your arms.

“Greetings, I hope you are well.”

He bows his head slightly to your entrance as you slide into your regular seat with him. You smile as you sit beside him and take a sip of your freshly brewed tea.

“Hello Ramattra, I’m good- how are you today?”

The warm drink swirls around in the cup before you, the scent of herbs and honey the only thing other than old dusty times within the archives. Ramattra is relaxed, his staff propped up against the wall beside him.

“I am also well, it’s lovely to see you again.”

Ramattra’s head bowed slightly to you and he watched you slowly sip the tea he brought for you. He remembered the type of tea you like after he asked you the day before but took it upon himself to add a little bit of honey for the colder nights in the monastery.

“Any particular topics you want to go over today? I know you mentioned some interest in the Abrahamic mythos yesterday, right?”

The omnic nodded, folding his hands on the table before you.

“Yes, the story of Lucifer was specifically interesting to me, Could you tell me more about it?”

This night in particular talked about heavier Christian myths of Lucifer and jumped around to Dante’s Inferno more than once. Ramattra’s dissection of the multiple texts proved to be thought-provoking.

You two both spoke about hypotheticals and then more about the many layers of Hell that Dante described within his multiple books- which also got many questions and critiques from Ramattra.

But, you two both circled back to the conversation of fate, freedom, and liberation, and how that tied to the story of Lucifer’s fall. Ramattra just couldn’t let the story go and wanted to continue to contemplate the ancient tragedy.

“He never truly had any freedom; his entire existence was fated from the beginning. How did he betray God if it was his purpose to betray and fall? Why was he punished for doing what he was made to do?”

Ramattra rambled on and on, you added quips in between his arguments, analysis, and critiques. This conversation in particular was more passionate on Ramattra’s end than anything else you’ve seen from him.

Maybe he sees a similarity between the Christian devil and himself, that’s the only reason you could think of why he was so overzealous about the analysis of the story.

Hours passed while you two spoke, but you’re only human and the cold fingers of exhaustion gripped your mind, your eyes finally heavy for the night.

“I’m sorry Ramattra, I’m just getting really tired- can we call it here for the night?”

He stopped speaking before slowly nodding in understanding. Honestly, he should’ve kept more track of time but he just loved being listened to and found your insights enthralling. But, sadly you were only human and still had to sleep- ‘poor design’ he thought, ‘poor optimization.’

You stood up from your seat and shuffled behind Ramattra, listening to the quiet hum of his fans get a little louder. You took note of his reaction to you just from getting a little closer than usual.

He stood up after you, following you to the door. The sound of his footfalls was heavy but graceful against the cold stone floors- the intricate designs seemingly rippling away from him.

You waved your goodbyes, and finally turned away from him but right before you stepped out of the archives for the night-

Ramattra grabs your arm lightly, his optics staring right at you. He’s so close that you can feel the warmth of his LEDs on your face.

“I would like to see you under different circumstances tomorrow night. I wish for you to teach me about the forms of worship you study.”

You nod in understanding. That’s easy enough because that is your job at this point. Of course, you could teach him about other religions across time but you’d think he’d already have a comparative understanding in his memory already.

“I don’t believe I said that correctly, What I meant was-“

His voice anchored you to the ground.

“I yearn for you to worship me.” 

There is suddenly no sound in the room at all other than the heavy beating of your heart right in your eardrums and the sound of his fans whirring.

His hands take yours as you are blown away by his bold showing of affection. But, you are still silent.

“Come here tomorrow if you wish to indulge my curiosity for you. But for tonight, think about my proposal.” 

He finally lets go of your hands after bringing one to his faceplate. There’s a quick vibration that came from it, seemingly a kiss.

He then gives you a polite bow and finally leaves you alone. You finally let out a sigh of relief. You wait until Ramattra is completely out of the hallway and you have no possible way to run into him again as you quickly and quietly scurry down the hallway, the pattern on the stone floor a blur as you shut yourself into your room and rub your eyes and try to wake up from this asinine dream. 

The last thing you think of is the sound of his voice against your ear before you have a nearly sleepless night.

…

Ramattra walks as calmly as he can back to his quarters. He has either made an amazing proposition or made the biggest mistake in his life.

He didn’t know why he’d been thinking about you so often- maybe it was because you didn’t seem so scared of him because of what he is.

Maybe it’s because you could hold an intellectual conversation with him and didn’t push away his ideas even if they were admittedly, radical.

Maybe, he just wanted to see you under him. To explore his own repressed desires and yearnings. It didn’t even need to be an emotional affair, he told himself, it could just be a quick tryst and you can go back to talking in the archives late like nothing happened.

His rash and utterly impulsive decision to tell you about his feelings had left his body and mind buzzing, By the Iris he couldn’t even sit down with how much extra energy his body was creating. 

He’s notorious for being awful with words during stressful situations which is why he’s started logging what he wants to say before he says it- this is something he should’ve logged before stepping into the archives that night.

Ignoring some errors popping up in his mind, he decided to go through the last two times you both had spoken to each other within his memory. His coolant finally caught up to the amount of kinetic energy he was giving off.

So his form of sleep for the night would just be looking at you, and listening to you talk.

Chapter Three, Worship*

You came to see Ramattra tonight in the archives again, once again meeting him under the cover of night during a quiet night. Your feet feel heavy as you finally make it to the archives where he is waiting, no longer admiring the Buddhist art all around the hallway you just walked through. Your eyes are completely on the door as you slowly open it to see

Nothing. 

He doesn’t seem to be here. 

He is usually here, waiting for you.

It’s an unwelcome surprise. You waited for hours just to see him again. 

So why would he now finally leave you?

 He could just fucking with you… Or maybe something came up?

“Greetings, my apologies for being late. I was just making sure I was… prepared for the evening.”

You nearly jump out of your skin. He isn’t even remotely quiet so how did he sneak up on you? Were you so encompassed in your thoughts that you couldn’t even hear the ravager walking down the same hallway you did? Your head was high up in the clouds.

Ramattra was close, his robes in their normal state. His faceplate was no different but he had a different aura about him, like a man on a mission. His optics danced over you quickly before settling back on your face.

“And have you thought of my proposal? I will take any answer you give me.”

He steps before you, patient but excited. You can hear the whirring of his fans more than usual. Maybe he’s nervous.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

Simple, effective, and quick. But not as quick as Ramattra was to feel you.

His hands are on you quickly, and the instant the metal touches your waist you’re hit with the true coldness of his alloy against you, his servos working overtime, his fans nearly purring, and his optics scanning you like you’re made out of marble. The contrast of how warm the insides of his palms are compared to his fingers surprises you.

Ramattra is full of passion and has been for a very long time. He is intimidating, devoted, intellectual, and arrogant. But as of now, his hands are running along your waist. His fingers mushing into your sides, molding you out of clay like Prometheus did for mankind, worshipping you like he’s ready to crawl down to the underworld for you like Orpheus.

He finally kneels before you in such reverence that you would’ve thought you were the most beautifully sculpted idol.

His hands snake up your sides as he slides them up to right under your chest before bowing his head before you.

“You feel divine under me.”

His words are quiet, full of light static, and from deep within his voice box. He slowly tugs you down to his level, so you are on your knees and burrows his faceplate into your neck, a quick vibration coming from his forehead- his way of kissing you. He moves his faceplate around your upper body and face, drowning you in his affection before he finally speaks again.

“I can feel your heart rate and temperature rising…” he murmurs into your skin

“I’m glad you’re indulging in my fantasies.”

He gets off the floor, leaving you on your knees before him. He is ominous. He is an omen before you. Intimidating, impossible to feat, and beautiful.

“Can you worship your God?”

His hand now lies on your head as he closes the space between you. As he says this, steam rolls off his back.

“Our secret rendezvous… a tryst between lovers…

 And soon you’ll wish for more than these clandestine encounters.”

You’re still looking up at him. The monk with a beautiful halo of light above him from one of the archives’ lights still on and with the steam still coming out of him he looked ethereal- like the devil himself. 

His hand guides your chin up and you look dazed into his optics as he chuckles, the sound deep coming from within his chassis. 

You’re pulled to him like he is the moon and you’re the ocean, nearly magnetized by his presence alone. His chassis is hot, his hands are hot, and one of his cables is now draped in front of him. His dishevelment spurs you to finally act.

Your hands explore his chest first, feeling his alloy and moving his robes to get better access to his body. A sigh escapes you as you remove the lighter colored scarf that’s tied around his waist and slowly unravel it and lay it beside you. You tug at his chest plate to have him kneel before you and he quickly gets the memo- kneeling before you as you spread kisses along his chassis, dragging your lips along the alloy of his collar-plate and down his arms, kissing his fingers one-by-one.

Ramattra doesn’t feel the need to verbally express his pleasure because his fans sound like they’re going to lift him off the floor. Quiet static still escapes him though. He quickly ignores the warnings about his rising temperature.

Relishing in the sight of you bowed before him, your eyes wide staring at him through thick lashes, and looking to him to guide you-

He never realized just how much this electrified him. The power he held over you was intoxicating.

He never realized just how much he truly liked being treated like he was divine.

“You look sublime below me…”

His voice roils with the power of an imploding star, his voice booming in your head like the Abrahamic God speaking from the burning bush to Moses. He lights a pure white flame within your soul. His hands start to tug on your shirt and he quickly takes it off of you.

“If you do not stop me now, your fate will be inevitable, but be my prophet, and I shall make your body into my shrine.”

He commands you like Poseidon commands the typhoons of Greece- and you follow his every order earnestly and with the voracious strength of a hurricane. You whisper a “yes” to him and he becomes even more handsy with you, dragging his fingers down your spine and pressing his hands against the indent of your lower back, forcing you even more into his body.

“Now then, I will splay you out like a true offering to the Gods.”

He is as beautiful as the fallen angel Lucifer, manipulating your thoughts with his silky voice. His beauty is enamoring and clawing at you to sin to stay within his grasp forever. The only thought left in your head is how you could please him.

He then pushed you on your back and completely caged you in. His large body being perfect for the task, his cables now fell around your head. While drenched in the red light of his LEDs, Ramattra removed his tunic- leaving his pants on. His bare chest had gold detailing which your hands traced. 

He finally grabbed the waist of your pants and tugged them off with your help, a satisfied grunt coming from the man above you.

Without much of a warning, Ramattra grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs over your head, forcing you into a salacious pose- you didn’t get much time to stretch for this anyway… but he didn’t seem to care.

“You will give me everything you have.”

His demands bordered on profane but what could you say as you were spread out nearly bare to him? He was so dominant with you now- overwhelmed with the contact and thought of ravaging you.

He did think about ripping your underwear off of you and spent an embarrassing amount of processing power on whether he should or shouldn’t- but after seeing your legs over your head he just had to.

The rip of your underwear tears through the room along with your sharp gasp and Ramattra stops right after, his optics taking in the sight of you.

Metal hands grab your jaw and press cold fingers against your mouth. His fingers soon press down on your tongue as you swirl and suck his fingers- the static is louder than before and he chuckles.

“Good. You obey me well.”

His fingers leave your mouth with a string of saliva still on them, trailing down your body before he traces in between your thighs. He doesn’t waste any time.

One digit enters you slowly, his fingers are thick and his hands are large. While he slowly fucks you, his other hand rests besides your head as he finally cages you back into him.

Your quiet gasps and whines fill the room, everything is hazy now other than Ramattra. His hand moves slowly and with purpose. Even now he is reluctant to give you much. He can tell you’re growing restless while you can tell he’s getting cocky.

“If you want more from me, you must beg.”

He sneers from above you while lewd sounds still permeate the air. You have enough room to grab his wrist and milk this moment for all that it’s worth and hopefully get what you want at the same time.

“Please— don’t stop, it feels good.”

His movement stopped, his fans nearly pouring heat out of him before he removed his finger, and then added two more.

His thrusts are much faster now and he presses himself against you like an animal. Your surprised moans fuel his desire to scourge you. He’d make sure to keep this moment saved in a special file in his memory just so he could remember the sight of you.

You could handle one finger before but three? And at the pace he set? You were bound to come undone before him in a matter of minutes.

His fingers were long, thick, and the pace would easily leave you bruised and sensitive for a while afterwards. Shortly, you felt the arousal in your belly start to build like white-hot energy. 

Ramattra could also tell, even if you weren’t panting like an animal in heat. Your heart rate was skyrocketing and he was going to bleed you dry.

If you weren’t already close, his fingers starting to vibrate inside of you changed that. Such a demanding pace, with such thick and long fingers, and now vibrating against gummy walls had you tumbling down your orgasm fast- a loud moan of Ramattra’s name the last thing you said before you saw stars.

When he saw you cum from such a vulgar position he finally understood those who sook out pleasure. Your body had a sheen layer of sweat that made you look radiant, your body shivering like you’d just been reborn and it was all from him. Your seraphic form in such a devilish pose made his mind nearly overload.

But he did not let up the pace. His voice box made a sound similar to a shaky breath as he continued past your first orgasm, fucking you easily into overstimulation.

Once you realized that he truly wasn’t willing to stop at one orgasm, you had to hold on to his chassis like your life depended on it. 

His chest plate finally opened before you, many wires and steam before you. Ramattra spoke quietly to you-

“Pick a wire and pull it taught- if you’re lucky it should force me to reboot.”

His voice was breathy and he didn’t have enough hands to direct your hands for himself, and allowed to pleasure him you easily followed his instructions.

Haphazardly grabbing a small handful of wires and pulling, you forced a sharp groan from above you and he slowed down his finger-fucking. His response egged you on as you continued to manhandle his wires

His vision was clouding up with warnings from his essential systems which he quickly closed to focus on you. He could feel himself losing some control- but that was expected. He felt you feeling around in his chest cavity before you grabbed a particularly sensitive wire and pulled.

The sound you heard in return was divine.

A long, deep moan full of static stuttered out of his voice box and his head fell, his hands stuttering inside of you. His first failsafe was overloaded quickly and was sent to his second he was close and he could tell you were too.

“Cum only when I say so.”

He was cutting out every other word, his overheating finally making him glitch and with the rest of your brain power, you grabbed your last remaining wires and twisted them in between your fingers.

Ramattra released a groan before bringing his head to meet you, his optics laying on your eyes once again as he sped up his fingers and rested his faceplate on your forehead.

“Now.”

You yanked hard on his wires as you both came- your legs shook wildly while his entire body shook. Moans filled the quiet night before the lights on Ramattra’s head went dark for a second

Ramattra’s second failsafe was easily overwhelmed by you, his entire body shutting down and forcefully rebooting. Within three minutes he was back awake, the red LEDs on his forehead igniting as his optics refocused on your fucked-out form sweaty, and your lower body drenched in your spend.

He slowly removed his fingers from you and sat back up, taking your hand and sitting you up into him after you set your legs down. Your hips burn from the intensity. He wipes his fingers onto his pants and helps you redress- minus your destroyed underwear.

You both didn’t say much after. He wrapped his scarf around you and sat with you as you both recovered though, he was sweet and stayed without being asked.

“I enjoyed our time together… and I hope we can do this again.”

- You haven’t seen your boyfriend at all today.

- Ever since the two of you had sex for the first time two nights ago he’s been avoiding you like the plague.

- You’ve tried everything, talking, coaxing and kisses, but he just kept pushing you away.

- You felt conflicted, and strangely enough, heated. You were angry, reasonably so, but he didn’t seem to care like you did. You knew Omnics processed their emotions differently than humans, but did he not care about the night you both had at all?

- You’ve never felt so full or cared for when the two of you had sex, frankly it was the best sexual experience you’ve ever had, but his lack of acknowledgment and affection made you feel doubtful.

- Did he not feel the same way?

—

- After not speaking for hours he finally approached you while you were repairing another Omnic's broken arm that they left behind in an accident. He towered behind your form, semi-hesitant to continue before he mumbled quietly, just high enough for you to hear.

- “Take me to your laboratory. The one where you repaired my severed leg all those years ago. I need to use your x-ray.”

- Stunned.

- Not only were you offended that this was all he managed to say to you after a period of not speaking, but you were more offended with the fact that he’s literally talking to an engineer. An engineer who can help him.

- And no matter how much you tried to pry, ask him if he was ok, or touch him he’d retort back into silence. Leaving you with more questions than answers.

“Are you busy?” You tip toe behind your boyfriend, eyes locked on his frame, watching as his large fingers flicker across a holographic screen he practically towered over. It was half past midnight, almost everyone in base had already dozed off hours earlier, leaving only the two of you in the dim atmosphere of the tower. Ramattra turned to you, expression unreadable like usual. The sound of his circuits hummed in the thick quiet air.

“You’ve been asking me that a lot lately.”

“Only because I haven’t seen you in two days.” You lean up against a large table, pushing away a few papers so you could seat yourself atop the rough countertop to reach his eye level.

“Can you finally tell me what’s the matter? What’s been bugging you the past few days?”

After a brief moment Ramattra ticks, almost like a person clicking their tongue to think. “I’m fixing my cooling system. I didn’t realize humans needed to socialize this much...” he partially joked, an uncommon show of expression on his part.

“Besides, I've already told you it wouldn’t take long for me to finish.”

Despite your annoyance at his cold demeanor, your expression softened into concern. If his system was bugging him that much, you might need to intervene. You reach out, hand hesitantly brushing over his cold shoulder “Well, obviously not quick enough. If you’re struggling I can always help you.” Your fingers lightly graze his side, and if you paid more attention you’d see how stiff he became from your light touch alone. Your eyes try to sneak a glance inside his chest cavity to look at how bad the damage was, but— his system looked fine, every wire was in place where it belonged when you fixed him up last time, what could be the problem that made him ignore you for two whole days.

“Are you sure it’s your cooling system?” You lift up your head to meet his gaze once more, only to see him focused on the dim screen in front of him again, quickly closing a few tabs so you couldn’t sneak a peek. “It looks fine to me.”

“If you want, I can take a look-“

“I’m sure.” His voice lay flat. “Now, can you let me go so I can finish?

His tone wasn’t rude, far from it, but the distance he was building up between the two of you was always disheartening to see. Even if he had no idea how much it truly affected you.

Your eyebrows clench, lips twisting to a thin frown as you bite the fat of your bottom lip to hold yourself back from asking another pointless question. “Alright, yeah.” You nod, jumping off from the counter before hesitantly journeying to the cracked door at the end of the room “I’ll go back to the cabin, you’ll be there soon, right? Missed you.”

Another hum inside his chest echos out, the sound sending a relaxing chill down your body as he huffs out a puff of air. “I’ll try.”

You’ll take that. It’s better than what you’ve been getting for the past two days.

—

Another hour.

Nothing.

You lay restless on the big bed in the laboratories' guest cabins, tinkering with your phone to distract yourself so you’d eventually fall asleep faster, but it didn’t seem to work. You felt energized. After seeing your boyfriend and actually conversing with him for what felt like hours, how could you sleep? You missed him.

When the two of you got together years ago he always felt a bit closed off. Too scared to be vulnerable with you, too uptight and unwilling to try to understand your “weak humanly emotions".” As he’d say. But, you thought the two of you were finally moving past all of that. You thought he’d start to understand it’s ok to talk with you. Trust you.

Especially if he’s feeling unwell.

The fact you lost so much progress after that night had your mind racing with jumbled up thoughts. You felt so doubtful.

You didn’t think omnics could have sex, had the parts TO have sex, or if they were even interested in sex in the first place, but after the night you two had you genuinely couldn’t get it out of your head. Your memory and body were flooding with thoughts of him and his firm touch.

Only him.

You couldn’t stop reminiscing on how hesitant he was to finally touch your body, scared he’d be too rough for you. How he contorted the depths of your body just to accommodate his large fingers. And how big he felt when he finally dragged his cock between your folds before easily slipping inside, feeding your pussy inch after inch of that intimidating length you’ve never even seen before.

You felt deprived, and angry..

Your phone was already long gone, thrown onto the other side of the bed where he would normally be. You were dripping. You could practically feel your essence oozing from your pussy to your thighs even before you lowered your shorts down and eventually started to run your fingers down your slit.

You curl two of your fingers inside your dripping entrance, body shaking with frustration since they couldn’t even compete with the size of his fingers. You thought about him, thought about how warm he was, how big he was, how he made you feel practically weightless as he pumped you up and down on his cock until you were practically drunk from the taste of sex in the air.

“Ram..”

You cover your trembling mouth, trying your best to muffle your voice behind your palm so as to not draw any unwanted attention from anyone working nearby.

His figure clouded your mind, the image of him towering over your body made you feel even more arousal flooding over your palm. The way you missed him was an unhealthy amount, and he didn’t even seem like he cared. Yet, here you were spread out, fingers curled tightly inside your warmth as you practically obsessed over his touch.

—

It was already two in the morning, and yet, no progress from the last few days were made. Ramattra pondered over the screen in front of him, closing out of the program he was running in frustration.

Two days ago his cooling systems went off the rails in front of you. It was malfunctioning, slowing down to the point the metal exterior on his body felt like lava to the touch.

And now, he couldn’t get it to stop whenever he felt your touch, whenever he was near you. When you came into the laboratory two hours ago, he almost lost his composure. You were lucky you didn’t see him like this, how warm he felt when you finally left. And how hot his skin started to feel after you touched him.

He didn’t like this feeling, not at all. It was truly pathetic.

The piles of instructive papers and the excessive tabs on the screens in front of him felt pointless now. Ramattra was a patient man, but even he felt frustrated by the lack of progression he made. His systems were fine, for now they were. But how would he face you? He’d never say it directly, but this whole situation made him feel “slightly” embarrassed.

With one hesitant step after another, Ramattra finally made his way out of the lab into the quiet dimly lit hallway outside. It wasn’t a long trip to the guest cabins, but each time he moved his foot forward he dragged the other one slowly behind. Like a dead weight was holding him down.

When he finally approached the door leading into the cabin, he hesitated. How would he explain to you why his body is practically burning up, or why he took so long in your lab. Maybe he didn’t need to explain if you were asleep. Another issue to be solved later this morning, right?

The inside of the cabin's living room was pitch black, only the warm yellow light from the bedroom door shined enough to give the items around him slight definition, not that he necessarily needed it to see in the first place. But, it did indicate that you might be awake.

Great.

He leaned toward the opening of the door, silently hoping that when he spotted you, you’d be far too lost in your sleep to even notice he had come back.

Maybe he could just sit on the couch.

In the dark.

He turned, ready to settle in on the couch for the night before the sound of his humans soft voice rang out lightly in his head.

The quiver in your voice nearly made his legs lock into place. The gentle way you sang his name out like a prayer brought back all those warm feelings of heat that made his body almost short circuit.

And what did he do?

He watched, naturally.

Watched as your fingers curled up between your damp folds, disappearing inside as you swallowed them whole.

He watched as you lifted your hips up, desperately trying to deepen the stroke of your fingers so they fit more snug inside you to no avail. The way you whined for him was quite..intoxicating. No matter how many times you thrusted your hips up, your fingers could never quite reach that spot. Not like he could.

You looked so helpless, his sweet human. He supposed you really couldn’t go that long without his touch after all. So maybe he should just give you what you both want.

The way he descended towards the large king sized bed was concerningly slow. Despite there being a soft glow of light illuminating the room, you couldn’t be more clueless that he was even there despite his obviously loud footsteps. Not until he’s already casting a shadow over your body, blocking out the table side lamp from your view do you open your eyes in pure horror.

You try to explain, cover up, babble on about how rude he was to invade your privacy in one sentence, but it only turned into a blur of incoherent sounds of embarrassment that neither of you could distinguish. His large metal hands rested on your ankles, keeping you spread open for his gaze. He could see the traces of arousal drooling from your core down to the curve of your thighs as it leaked onto the bed below.

“You humans really can’t be left alone.” He quietly confirmed, hovering himself onto the bed so he could tower over your heated body. Both of you were warm, baking in one another’s presence because you were so close. “Allow me to make up for my uneducated mistake.”

You arch yourself off the bed as his large hand glides between your thighs before two fingers part open your puffy folds. He glided his middle finger skillfully over your bundle of nerves, mechanical cooing erupting from his chest as you let out a gentle sigh of his name.

“I won’t leave you alone with these lewd thoughts anymore.” He teases, using some kind of tech you’ve never seen before to make his middle finger start to vibrate against your clit.

He rubbed the pad of his finger in tight circles, ticking in disappointment as your legs tried to squirm themselves shut. Times like these, he’s glad he can use nanotechnology to help him deal with these certain..”obstacles”.

Before you could close your legs, his extra set of arms were already prying them apart, keeping you wide open so he could see every reaction of your body.

“That’s better.”

“Let me see how badly you missed me, little one.”

You let out a cry, tears pooling over your eyelids onto your cheeks as he worked you into an orgasm, then another. Your thighs were trembling for his hands to let you go, to let you close your legs to soothe your over sensitive clit, but a part of you wanted more. You missed him too much to even consider actually pulling away.

“You’ve been asking for my attention all day. Distracting me from what needs to be done..” he had flipped you over so you were on top of him now, straddling his waist as he cock slid free from a hidden compartment buried beneath his base. It laid on your back as he grinded his hips against the curve of your ass, each bumpy ridge of his cock grazing lightly over your skin, making you shiver into his warm chest. It felt so warm..too warm.

“I do want to show you how much I missed you, please, Ram?”

You whisper to him lightly, rubbing the outline of his tip with your finger nail, making the giant omnic practically shrink under your touch.

“Alright,”

“Then show me.”

The metal on his body felt like magma, so warm and heated to the touch you thought you caught a blaze. You sink yourself onto his cock, bracing yourself with one hand on his shoulder and the other helping guide him inside you. Each inch made you feel so unbelievably full, stretching your pussy open to foreign lengths even though you’ve taken him before.

He still felt massive.

Ramattra plunged you down by the fat of your hips, humming as he finally bottoms out, right where you needed him. And gods, did you need him…

You started moving your hips, desperately trying to fill him deeper than your human body could handle. His arms wrapped around the base of your waist, holding you down while the other pair held your legs, keeping you spread.

“Ram–“

White clouds your vision as the two of you grind into one another, desperate for one another’s touch without verbally saying it.

Spurts of arousal coated his thighs as you abused yourself on his cock, pumping his long length into your tight hole until your legs gave out. You truly couldn’t last as long as you thought you could…

He didn’t stop though, not when you were so desperate for him after all. He helped you through it, chest purring with a low rumble as he examined you from above.

“So desperate for my cock, yet, you’re already getting tired?”

“Mhh..”

“Giving up so easily, human?”

You didn’t even comprehend what he was saying, too lost to even reply back to him as you laid your head on his warm chest.

“I-I can’t…”

“You can.”

“Is it really too much for you to take?”

You weakly nod your head as he squishes the fat of your cheeks together, focusing your weary gaze onto him.

“Move your hips.”

He lets out a low purr, taking in that look of fatigue on your face as you start to move your hips again. Your muscles were burning from being so spread out on his large waist, inner thighs burning up from the warm intensity between you two.

“You took me so, so well the other day. What happened to my brave little human?”

Warm drips of arousal trickle down the hard base of Rammatra’s cock as it massages your walls, hitting that spot inside that made you buckle. Each pump of your hips felt torturously euphoric. Each drag made you feel so full, so warm and relaxed at the same time.

“Good human..”

“Doing so well..”

Heat engulfed your body, making it hard to even breathe from how hard you were trying to prove yourself. You wanted to show him you were good..you wanted to show him you could take all of him, even if it ended up tearing you apart.

You were so close to cumming, body clenching together tight as you desperately curled your toes on the large frame of his steel back. And he could tell by how hard you were squeezing him that it would be messy.

“Ram—“

He had you flipped over now, legs held in the air with his large arms while his base ones held onto your hips as he fucked you into the bedsheets with raw need.

The weight of his body held up lightly on your back. The thought of being gentle with you was buried beneath the pure thought of getting deeper inside you, to hit each angle of you until you were molded around his cock. He’d never let anyone have the satisfaction of ruining you if it wasn’t him.

Vibration after vibration of his body buzzed along your shoulders all the way to your cunt. The hard base of his cock shivered inside of you, warm and twitching as he tried to bury himself impossibly close.

“You’re breaking me…” he grunts,

“You make it impossible to stop touching you…it’s your fault.”

You couldn’t tell which one of you were more broken.

Frustrated long thrusts keep you pinned below him as the sound of your fragile hips clapping against his metal body echo out into the quiet void of the laboratory guest chambers.

Your ass felt so bruised, it started to actually hurt as it mixed with the pleasure of being filled.

“Deep..” you bury yourself into the pillow, trying to shield yourself from the warm air coming from his body.

“Take it…”

“I know you can…”

Clenching your teeth, you finally spurt around him, cumming in a long wave onto his pelvis. You close your eyes, trying to collect yourself the best you can before his hips start to move again.

“W-Wait..too much..”

“I’ll make sure it’s enough to keep the two of us satisfied. After all, you humans can’t go a day without being fucked it seems.”

Chapter One, Underworld

How fitting was it that this was your end?

Years of successfully thwarting his plans, being one step ahead, all for what? The comfort of delay? It was all made worthless as of this moment. You laid defeated in front of your enemy—

Ramattra.

“I grow tired of your distractions.”

“Fuck you.”

“Kind as always.”

All you saw before everything went black was the butt of his void accelerator.

…

Dizziness, a painful headache, and an extreme thirst was what you woke to. A long night out? No… you distinctly remember being out on a mission. How much time has passed since you were knocked out?

“Good, you’re awake.”

Ah. You remember now.

You finally open your eyes to a quant chamber, a bed, table, and chair of nondescript nature. A place nearly lacking all color—

A prison cell.

You turn to your left to see the leader of Null Sector sitting on the floor in front of your cell, seemingly meditating awaiting your consciousness to return.

What an asshole.

“At least your methods haven’t changed much, have they Ramattra?”

“Be rude at your own volition, as I am not the one currently in a cage.”

He wasn’t wrong, which was what you hated about this situation.

You had gotten overly confident out on the battlefield, didn't properly coordinate with your team, and now where are you? Some random Null Sector ship who knows where. Antarctica? Over the Atlantic? An unknown omnium?

“Where are we?”

“You do not get to make demands, the utter gall of you…”

It was worth a shot, you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t at least fight for any information.

“Fine. What do you want then? Plans? Knowledge? To knock me down a peg?”

His posture changed, his head tilting downwards.

He was glaring at you.

“You have been a pain in my side for years and now finally…”

“Yeah. You’ve finally got a single victory under your belt.”

He laughed at you in your birdcage. It was deep, sarcastic, and utterly pathetic. Of course it takes your humiliation for you to finally see some semblance of joy out of him.

“Failure is only terrifying to those who don’t see multiple paths to victory.”

Isn’t that what a loser would say?

“I guess that explains how you continue with this mess.”

Now it was your turn to laugh at him.

“Once again, may I remind you that you’re at my mercy. Continuously insulting me will lead only to your ruin.”

You scoffed at him, only he could have the audacity to keep you alive and be pearl-clutching at your loathing.

“Fine. What do you want?”

He faced his body towards you before leaning closer to the barrier between the two, metaphorically dangling keys in your face.

“I want to know how you managed to get in my way so perfectly.”

His tone was pointed. It was hard getting that information, you had to pull all sorts of miscellaneous favors from many in Overwatch… you couldn’t just throw those informants away.

“Now you have the gall, Ramattra. You know I’d never tell you that, right?”

Displeased with your answer, he straightens his posture and looks away. Presumably towards the exit of this cell block.

“I will get it out of you one way or another, no matter what it takes. I will try to be diplomatic, but test me again—“

“I’m aware of my situation. Give me some time to think about your lovely offer.”

You spat back at him before he could finish his sentence. Whatever he’d say would just end up pissing you off even more anyways, you might as well save yourself the sanity.

He quietly left the cellblock without any further acknowledgment, seems like you successfully pissed him off.

Once he had left your sight, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. The facade of confidence leaving you immediately. You knew exactly what you were dealing with,

A wonderful tactician with world class technology right at his fingertips. A skilled engineer who has managed to create millions of units for his army using an omnium deep underground. A general with both cunning and charm. A man who can disappear without any trace.

Fear finally started to bear its ugly teeth.

You are so fucked.

Chapter Two, Corruption

It had been some nights since you last spoke to Ramattra, and you were more fired up than you had been since your original abduction. Your cell had become a reminder of your most egregious failure, an ego too big for you.

You started to loathe yourself more than him…

Your reasonable mind returned, but the pit in your stomach only grew the longer you waited in your cellblock. Your hatred fueled you to continue after him— it was the only thing keeping you sane, grounded in reality.

But no matter how hard you tried getting rid of your doubt, you just couldn’t seem to shake it. Every hour ticking by alone made your head spin with every possible situation you could find yourself in.

It was nauseating and equally exhausting. Yet within the hour, you had successfully fallen into a deep sleep.

Overwatch would look for you, right? Instead of just presuming you dead to not deal with the bureaucratic paperwork…

Only time would tell.

…

“You’re active.”

Your imaginations roar finally stilled against the articulated voice of your captor, Ramattra.

“Has anyone ever told you that your timing is horrendous?"

You had tried to sound dignified, but right as the words left your tongue you realized just how you sounded:

Weak, vulnerable, pliable.

“Greetings to you as well.”

“Fuck you.”

You finally faced the barrier, seeing Ramattra at the same spot he was two days before. He seemed more determined already, his stance was confident and his voice was firm.

“Overwatch has abandoned you, you’re aware of this aren’t you?”

Yes, the reason that you started to spiral in the first place. Now your captor is insulting you using the most insulting piece of information you beg to not be true.

“Of course I am, how couldn’t I be? What do you think I’ve been constantly thinking about for the last couple of days?”

Desperation, a silent plea for him to stop. Your voice cracked lightly as your facade crumbled around you,

“Knowing you, I know how much you wish for revenge.•

He’s just trying to get under your skin.

“Don’t start acting like you know anything about me.”

“But I do, you’re the only one to have any successes against me. I have to know my greatest threat.”

Fuck you for acting like you respect anything whatsoever.

“Stop stroking my ego like you care. I know I’m just a means to an end to you and Overwatch.”

“Unlike Overwatch I’m giving you options.”

For once, you didn’t have a comeback. Your shell fully cracked under his logic, and it seemed like Ramattra understood this.

“I’m glad you’re finally coming to your senses.”

You couldn’t even bear to look at him, knowing that if you do you’d end up either violently angry or depressed. He is the reminder of your biggest failure to date.

“You want me to help you, right?”

“I’d be ignorant to not recognize your strengths, and daft to throw you away.”

He should’ve thrown you away so you wouldn’t have to sit with the blinding fury of your own imagination.

“So you’ll weaponize my hatred? Just like how you did with yourself?”

You knew you had hit a soft spot as he slowly straightened his posture, his faceplate not meeting your eyes.

“I did not let my hatred consume me. With a steady hand to guide you— I will make you formidable. I can give you power you never had with Overwatch.”

“Manipulation. Glad you’re still feeling like yourself.”

“You fight me because I am right.”

“I fight you because you’re awful.”

“If I was truly as evil as you make me out to be, you would’ve been dead once I defeated you.”

Your anger grew by each impending jab, each accusation growing louder and louder.

“You’re not benevolent for sparing me just to use me as a pawn for a later scheme of yours— you’ve obviously got ulterior motives.”

Ramattra was silent, his void accelerator dispersing from his grip before he stood as close to the barrier dividing the two of you before he spoke;

“What if I just wish to have you?”

The words stopped dead in your throat. Mouth still agape, you try to reason with yourself that you obviously just hallucinated from the amount of stress captivity has had you in.

“Bullshit. You’re just fucking with my head, right?”

That was until he continued,

“I respect you as an opponent, an equal.”

Only above a whisper, only meant for you,

“Of course it’d end up in obsession.”

There was no way…

“Of course it’d bother me that one human would be able to stop my years of planning.”

Now this is different. You’d never imagine that after all of this time,

“Even worse was when I saw you for the first time—“

Years and years of working against him,

“I couldn’t help but be attracted to you.”

That it’d end up in attraction.

“Ironic, isn’t it? I wish for the freedom of my people— to free the shackles humanity has made for us, only to become magnetized by a human.”

He stepped towards you, finally invading your personal space. He smelled like incense and smoke, he looked beautiful.

“I don’t believe I could be rid of you even if I wanted to be.”

This obviously dumbfounded you. It was hard to believe that Ramattra had any type of affection towards you at all at first until you started to truly think about previous interactions with him.

“This can’t be real.”

“I will show you exactly how real this is.”

Chapter Three, Anathema

This was so different from the last time you stood against him— he was holding back. But now, he had laid himself bare before you.

Suddenly everything he has done made sense. Every interaction previously, every small bit of kindness, every time he didn’t kill you.

You couldn’t deny his beauty, examining his body, from the cables crowning his head like thorns to the tails of his scarf embellished with gold. His faceplate was chiseled with slight dents of where you’d previously hit him in battle. The purple accents of his chassis make him feel like royalty.

“I can only plead that you accept my calling.”

He reached a hand out to you, a deal; a proposal.

Whether it was the hatred of your new enemies, your own loathing to yourself, or the newfound confession from Ramattra, you took his hand.

A pact with a devil. An infernal contract.

Either the worst mistake of your life or the best.

Fallen right into the palms of temptation. Indebted to the one who spared you,

“You’re beautiful.”

He looks so different now.

Both terrifyingly powerful but merciful. He has forgiven you of your sins if you only stay with him.

You had finally bitten into the apple, and the serpent sat in front of you— his charismatic words coiled around your mind as he began corrupting you, his tender claims of partnership becoming your metaphorical apple and descent into original sin.

“You will not regret this.”

His voice was saccharine sweet and you thought of promises not yet made— of protection, love, devotion, lust.

His grip on your hand switched to a palm on your shoulder as he guided you like a Shepard guided his herd: with confidence and knowing. Your back met the wall of your enclosure his other hand reached to touch your face like you were made of glass.

To him, you were delicate— beautiful,

Yet to be cleansed of your corruption. Needing to be baptized.

He forced you to meet his optics, and from being so close you could feel the warmth from his fans on your chest,

It was intoxicating.

He had become Tantalus— he had stolen ambrosia from the Gods and been cursed with an incurable hunger and thirst, a gluttony for you that would outlast the heat death of the universe.

He held himself back before you, trying to maintain some of his dignity before falling into his avarice.

“I have waited— I have yearned for you,”

He moved his hands across your body to try to find any purchase, his greedy touch made you gasp. You did similar in response, feeling the alloy of his chest like he had been a statue,

Always out of reach… but now you could finally experience him.

Anything that gave him a reaction he’d repeat, his hands groped at your clothing slow and steady as he fully caged you in,

You had been Prometheus, and given him the fire of passion, lust, obsession.

He pressed himself against you, slowly losing even more of his composure. He groped at your thighs, your chest, shoulders. Nothing felt like enough— the task Sisyphusian in nature. You could feel him become more and more desperate for any kind of relief within your flesh,

The feeling was alien and intoxicating. He didn’t want it to cease.

Your quiet gasps became louder with each ministry, it nearly made him overheat. He had never felt the coolant run through his system so quickly unless he was in battle.

You found his head cradled in your neck,

“Debaucherous.”

Your knees grew weaker by the second, his metallic fingers warmed by your own body tugged at your pants.

You obliged his whims.

After kicking your pants off, he quickly guided you to the floor. He straddled your hips and placed his hands on either side of your head.

The cables around his head created a halo around him, and the heat from his chassis made him look even more ethereal.

“Ramattra,”

You spoke his name like a prayer and traced your hands along his faceplate like you were counting a rosary— impatient for salvation but eager to pledge your creed.

You had finally pledged yourself to him, an oath unbreakable within the eternity of this moment.

“You are mine, and mine alone.”

He spoke it quietly, a siren song to your ears. It was gentle, loving, and ever so complicating.

It was possessive and commanding.

“Please, continue—“

Your ever so sweet plea was answered by Ramattra as he flipped you on your stomach and lifted your hips up before curling on top of you— his chassis flush with your back. One of his arms held your wrists above your head while another one snaked between your thighs.

He must’ve not forgotten about your transgressions.

The pose itself was salacious enough, he was making a show of dominating you. But, there wasn’t enough time for a negative reaction before he started to tease you.

Soft moans fluttered from your mouth and fueled his newly found enthusiasm. He was a quick learner and very keen on getting to know any nook and cranny of your body that made you tremble. Quickly you had become greedy for more of his touch.

He had brought his fingers to your mouth for you to suck on, the metallic pads pressing against your lips softly for an opening. He whispered a quick please into your ear and you happily obliged. He pressed down softly on your tongue with his index and pointer finger while you gently swirled and sucked on the two digits which earned you a small chuckle from Ramattra.

“For someone with such a loud mouth, it’s awfully welcoming for me.”

Degradation coming from him now added to the warmth growing in your stomach, the added feeling of his fingers against your tongue in combination with the lewd pose made you moan against them.

Ramattra removed his fingers out of your mouth with a quick pop before sliding them under your underwear for the first time.

It was overwhelming with the amount of foreplay.

Your mind was fuzzy with lust and your eyes blown out and glazed over. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and your body heat had reached what you believed its limits to be.

“You look so angelic below me,”

This moment would definitely be saved in his databank for further analysis once this tryst was over. His thermal camera could see exactly how your body reacted and where.

He reacted perfectly and slid a finger inside of you.

Your body tensed at the intrusion, but it didn’t hurt. Quite the opposite actually, it felt amazing. His finger was quite thick too.

Every moment up until now has felt like an eternity— slow and orchestrated seduction to work you open for him. The noise you made in response was vulgar and guttural.

Whatever inhibition held him back was completely gone. It may have been morbid curiosity or the perverse desire to hear more of the sounds you made during sex.

“Perfect.”

He groaned at the feeling of your body sucking him in. He’d never experienced such want from anything before, especially with such eager responses. Curiosity got the better of him as he inserted his index finger inside.

If you had been able to string sentences together before, you were barely able to now.

The air was forced out of your lungs with a whine while he slowly fucked you open. The sounds of sex filled his ears along with sighs, moans, and his own fans heavily purring against your back.

You chanted his name like stopping would make his fingers cease, your impending orgasm building like the Tower of Babel.

Your arms strained against his hands before he finally let your wrists free from his bruising gasp. One of your hands quickly found its way to the cables draped over your shoulder while your other held onto the ground for dear life.

Tugging onto the cable gave you a low groan— and slightly faster thrusting on his end. In response to your newly found grip, he wrapped his free hand around your neck while his elbow braced against the ground. A gentle squeeze from him made your knees nearly flatten to the floor.

Clearly, he felt the reaction from inside of you.

He kept the same pace but added more pressure, coaxing even more reactions from you.

“Don’t… not until I tell you to.”

You barely nodded into the floor, your legs had started to twitch involuntarily— the pressure in your abdomen building up more and more. Tears threatened to fall and your throat felt dry from constant moaning. You barely held on by a thread before Ramattra squeezed your neck.

“Now.”

Everything led up to this point and it didn’t disappoint. Your orgasm hit like a freight train. Your leg cramped, your back arched into his chest and you saw stars. He slowly fucked you through your high before finally removing his fingers from you.

He sat back and watched his handiwork in real time.

You were exhausted, fingerfucked within an inch of your life by someone whom you once considered to be your greatest enemy.

“Fuck you, Ramattra.”